Through the dark forest runs this evil beast,

It smells her scent and quickly starts the chase;

Its mouth is open, ready for the feast;

Its gait is strong, to fuel a steady pace.

It sees a girl, an angel in the night;

Her hands are cold, the bitter wind roars high.

Her skin is pale and luminous with light.

Dark clouds roll in: an omen in the sky.

She walks and hears a branch behind her crack.

So quick, before she even turns her head

The beast stops, poised and ready to attack:

It leaps on her, and tears her into shreds.

Some flesh and blood to fuel his appetite;

On he wanders, the demon in the night.